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Date: Mon, 23 Oct 1995 01:42:10 UTC
Subject: STORY: The Visit (M/M, nc, oral)
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WARNING: This story involves graphic descriptions of sex between males.
It is only a fantasy, not reality. All of the characters are fictitious.
If you are under the legal age of consent in your local jurisdiction, or if
this type of fantasy offends you, THEN DON'T READ IT!
The Visit
I had to go on a business trip to a city about four hour's drive south of
here. On my way I remembered that my old friend, Jim, might still live
there, so I thought I'd see if I could find him while I was in town.
Jim and I had been friends since we were both 13. We went to the same
church; later on we went to the same high school and generally hung out
together. In the South, in those days no one talked about sex much. We
would spend the night together at his parents' house or at mine and never
discuss it at all. Oh, we would sometimes talk about the good looking
girls in school, but neither of us dated until we were seniors -- even
then I think I was the only one.
I remember a couple of occasions, when we were younger, that Jim suggested
we ought to jack-off together, but I brushed him off. One other time he
showed me his cock in his garage and I was so shocked that I left. Jim
sometimes acted effeminate and some of the guys at school hinted that Jim
might be "a queer." I really didn't care if he was or not; he was still my
friend. In our senior year, Jim's dad died and he moved away with his
mother. I saw him a couple of years later while we were both still in
college, but we never really kept in touch after that.
After I checked into my motel room, I found Jim in the phone book and gave
him a call. He said, "I'd really like to see you." So he gave me
directions and I headed over to his house. Was I surprised when I saw Jim!
He had been working out seriously and had the muscles to prove it. Instead
of the skinny weakling I'd known before, I saw a well developed
bodybuilder. He introduced me to his "buddy" Scott, who was equally well
built. We had a couple of beers and talked about old times and long lost
friends for the better part of an hour.
After awhile, I asked about his conditioning. He told me that he had
started working out at a local gym about five years ago and had really
gotten into it -- that now he had his own fitness center at home. I asked
to see it, so Jim, Scott and I went to his home fitness center in the back
of the house. They had everything I could imagine, not being a fitness
buff myself. There was a treadmill, ski machine, stationary bike,
barbells, dumbbells and a Nautilus type weight machine. I asked to try the
weight machine and Jim said, "Sure I'll help you."
I decided to try a few bench presses, so I lay on the padded bench and
started with a fairly light weight to get started. Jim and Scott stood on
each side to help with changing weights and to give me pointers. Next
thing I knew, both wrists were handcuffed to the weight machine. I thought
to myself, "What the Hell is going on?" and then asked that same question
of Jim and Scott. No answer. They adjusted the weight bar, pulled the
bench out from under me and the next thing I knew, I was sitting on my butt
with my arms up in the air attached to the weight machine. I asked again,
louder, "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?"
Jim stood right in front of me, "I was attracted to you when we were
younger, but you weren't interested. Now I'm going to give you another
chance."
Scott said, "I'll give you two some privacy. You have a lot of catching up
to do." He left the room.
Jim took his pants off and I found myself looking directly at his cock in
my face. "Please don't make me do this," I begged. "I'm not into this
with another man."
"Open up. It's about time you tried it," he said. I held my lips closed
tightly and turned my head to the side. He slapped my face with his open
hand. "I SAID, 'OPEN UP'!" He grabbed a handful of hair and pulled my
face around. Then he started rubbing his half hard prick against my closed
lips. Jim asked, "Do you want to do this the hard way?" I stared at his
cock wondering how I was going to make myself do what he wanted.
I took a deep breath. My eyes rolled closed as I opened my mouth and
waited for the inevitable. "Suck it in cocksucker," Jim didn't wait to be
obeyed. His dick was hard enough. He shoved it back along the chute of my
tongue
I felt it hit the roof of my mouth and bounce against the closure of my
throat. I made a gargling sound and almost gagged. The glands under my
tongue welled with a flow of saliva.
"That's it. Suck it now. Get your mouth working on it. If you don't know
how to suck a man's cock, I'm here to teach you."
I moaned around Jim's hard-on and, his prick fully hard now, he began to
hose it back and forth into my mouth. I just sort of made an O out of my
lips and let him fuck me in the mouth. I tried to keep my tongue away from
his cock, but he kept riding over it anyway. At first he went slowly,
rocking his hips from side to side so his prick would brush first against
my right cheek, then my left.
In and out, in and out, faster and faster Jim pistoned his cock, his hips
working faster and faster. I felt his balls brush against my chin as he
pumped back and forth and I felt his cockhairs tickling my nose. He
grabbed both of my ears and pulled my face upwards so he could look me in
the eye. "You look cute with my dick in your mouth. You like sucking it,
don't you. Yeah. If you do a real good job, I might even let you suck it
again sometime," he mocked as he watched his cock slide in and out between
my lips.
I was gulping in breaths of air around the plunging cock, swallowing as
much saliva as I could. And there was something new in my mouth, a new
taste. It was kind of salty, kind of bleachy. It matched the odor wafting
into my nose. Cum. Yes, he was oozing cum as he was fucking my mouth. It
was mixing with my spit and washing down my throat.
My jaws and mouth were starting to ache from being held open so long by
that hot hard cock. I could taste more and more of his jizz in my mouth
and I knew he would be cumming soon. Twice I tried to pull my mouth away,
doing something to keep him from cumming in my mouth. But he was too
strong and had a good hand hold in my hair. There was nothing I could do
but wait for the moment when his hot, slimy cum would spatter out.
I choked and gagged, coughing and spitting as his prickhead kept pounding
against the back of my throat. I felt his cock jerk against the roof of my
mouth. From the way his fingers gripped at my neck, I knew he was going to
cum.
"Fuuuck..." he groaned, his head thrown back, his abdomen jerking.
I tasted the salt-slick wad of the first explosion of cum from his
throbbing cockhead. I jerked my head away from his cock and took the
second explosion against my lips. He smeared his cum around the outside of
my mouth with the head of his dick, matting it into my beard and mustache.
Then he shoved his cock back into my mouth through my cum slicked lips as
his sperm foamed into my mouth, coating my teeth and tongue. He started
fucking into me and I could taste the cum ground into my tongue. A lather
of it formed at the corners of my mouth and drooled down my chin.
Just then Scott came back in and caught me with Jim's dick still in my
mouth, his cum all over my lips and chin. I was totally humiliated. Scott
looked at Jim, then at me, and taunted, "You like Jim's cum? Does it taste
good?" Then he snickered, "Would you like to suck my cock too?"
I tried to answer, but with Jim's cock still in my mouth, it came out as a
grunt. Jim looked at Scott. "I think he said 'Yes'."
I was beaten. Jim pulled his dick out of my mouth with a slurping noise
and jacked it with his hand a few times. A couple more drops of white cum
oozed out and ran down his cock. "Lick it off," he ordered. Resigned, I
stuck my tongue out and licked his dick until all the cum was cleaned off
his cock. It was then that I noticed with embarrassment that I had a hard-
on.
They both left the room, leaving me there for another ten minutes or so
with Jim's cum drying on and around my lips, his taste still strong in my
mouth.
Then they both came back into the room. Scott looked at me, half dried cum
all around my mouth. "I can do with a little head too," he said. He moved
over in front of me. He shoved his jeans down around his knees. He wasn't
wearing any underwear. "Now when you're ready," he said, "you suck me off.
I'm not doing any of the work. You've got to make me get off."
I could feel the heat of his cock radiating through the air against the
damp skin of my forehead. I looked down into the wrinkled folds of his
jeans just below my chest, resigned to the fact that I was going to have to
suck his cock too.
I guess maybe I just wanted to get it over with when I raised my head and
took Scott's cockhead into my mouth and, for the first time in my life,
started sucking a man's cock, hoping it looked like I liked it.
He took half a step closer, allowing me full access to his hardening dick.
I held his cockhead in the oval of my lips and pushed slowly forward on it.
His swollen glans rolled over my tongue and, as his cock was lifted to a
horizontal position, his balls swung forward towards my neck and brushed
against my chin. I pulled back, and then pumped down on him again, further
this time.
As I backed away, I brushed the underside of his glans with my tongue and
was rewarded by a jerk of his cockhead against the roof of my mouth. I
teased the blood-engorged meat with the tip of my tongue, then sank down on
him again, taking as much of his hard cock into my mouth as I could without
gagging. I pressed my tongue against the veined underside of his shaft,
drawing a line up it as I backed off and sank down on him again. His heavy
balls tapped my chin as I pumped back and forth on him.
"He likes it!" Jim laughed. I had forgotten he was watching us. I willed
myself to ignore him as I continued to suck Scott's dick. I must have been
doing something right. Every now and then his organ would kind of buck in
my mouth and he wasn't making any moans or anything, but I could hear him
kind of snorting a little above me and his abdomen was beginning to sweat a
little.
My saliva churned around his cockhead. I couldn't keep it from bubbling
out from the corners of my mouth and soaking into my whiskers. I was
rocking my head from side to side now as I fucked his hard-on back and
forth between my lips.
His fingers ran through the hair at the nape of my neck. Mmmh..." he
moaned, "I'm going to cum in your mouth."
I gulped, retreating away from his cock. He didn't shove me back down on
it, but held my head in place, with just his cockhead between my lips.
"Don't fight it," he said. "Swallow it down. Swallow my cum, faggot."
I moved my lips down over him, hoping I wouldn't gag. I sucked, my tongue
running hotly over the underside of his glans, my saliva thickening
strangely.
I felt his cockhead throb against the roof of my mouth and my tongue and,
at the same time realized that he was jetting his sperm straight into my
throat. I pulled back a little, but could feel and taste it on my
tongue - hot and thick and about as salty as blood when you lick a wound.
It squirted over the root of my tongue and I swallowed it.
Gulping Scott's cum, I could feel it jet in sticky filaments against the
roof of my mouth and the insides of my cheeks. I kept swallowing. The
inside of my mouth had grown incredibly hot. I could feel the sweat
starting on my forehead. I sucked almost hungrily as clot after clot of
foaming cream was jetted into my unprotesting mouth. He filled my mouth,
and cum drooled out the corners of my lips as I frantically tried to
swallow all of it. And then I realized with shame, I had another hard-on.
Scott's cock bucked in my mouth as he stepped back and slid it out of my
still-open lips. His cock gleamed with sperm and saliva as he pulled his
pants up and put it away.
I hung my head as they both walked away laughing. They left me cuffed with
the taste of cum in my mouth even stronger than before. I felt terribly
degraded, utterly debased as the sperm dried on my lips.
Later they both came in, released me and allowed me to clean up. We agreed
that this was an experience I probably never would have tried without being
forced, and that maybe it wasn't as bad as I had thought it would be.
When I got back to my motel room, I didn't think I'd ever want to be in
that situation again, but now I wonder............
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